WONKY-EYED PAINTER, POET but not a PHLEBOTOMIST

2'x4' acrylic painting 

          Despite my eyes being wonky - seeing double and blurry - I managed to finish the Ottawa Senators train painting. It's a good thing I painted the train first before the eye surgery otherwise I doubt the painting would have been finished - the logo and wheels would have driven me to drink, which would've be a good thing because I'd really love a beer. However, that being said, alcohol is taboo - haven't had a drink for 2 years - can't take the chance. That's one of the pleasant things I miss - a nice cold beer with a bite to it. 

          Now that the painting has been completed, I'm not quite sure what I'll do next. Perhaps I'll take up bull fighting, sky diving, car racing or become a jockey. Actually, since I've laid around for so long, I could probably get a job as a professional mattress tester or a portable paper weight. I've brought taking a crap to a whole new level as well, I've become a porcelain throne king - now if only I had a kingdom to reign and a crown to wear - mind you, the toilet paper rolls stand to attention when I enter the bathroom. Seriously though, I need another project, just one that doesn't need good eye sight - anyone have any ideas?

              I've been a rambler, a gambler

              A midnight lover, didn't blow my cover

              A writer, a fighter and a toenail biter

              I've been a painter, a fainter

              A know it all poet, don't you know it

              I've been poor and slept on the floor

              Nothing to eat, not even a purple beet

              And I've been rich, called a son of a bitch

              But what's a name in the life game

              I've been knocked down, a not so funny clown

              Laughed at, a cool cat and even a brat

              Over my shoulder, into the wind I've spat
              And I've been an optimist but never a phlebotomist 

              So take a chance, dance, prance or make romance

              My advice is to roll the dice

              Seven come eleven, not everyone goes to heaven

              But take a risk, tisk, tisk

              Don't be a wannabe, a cry baby or a wallaby

              Life is what you make it, grab hold and take it!

               Hmm... I'm at a loss for words, for something to say, so I wrote that quick little poem. I think there's a message in it but I can't really say what it is. But sometimes it's good to be a bit of a scribe, prescribe, describe and if possible, imbibe...cheers, eh!